Fallen Remains

By Bruce Clifford

She wore an idol around her neck.
She talked about a missing speck.
He was so tall, above the sky.
He kissed her once, that was goodbye.

He tried and he tried to make it right.
He lost his best friend who was now out of sight.
She never looked back after the fall.
She never took the time to answer his call.

Life went on, though it’s good times and pain.
Now all that is left are the fallen remains.

She gave him a picture many years ago.
He threw it away when he was finally able to let go.
She came back around, it had to be fate.
He tried to reach out but must have been too late.

Life went on, though it’s good times and pain.
Now all that is left are the fallen remains.

© 11/21/2024 Bruce Clifford

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